Trader Joe's

Trader Joe's- Trader Joe

TRADER JOE gazed at the fallen woman, laying in a tangled heap on the ground.

His first thought was, " She needs to eat more kale."

However, his second thought was "What lovely sienna brown hair. It reminds me of dirt and worms." TRADER JOE almost teared up at the thought of worms. But he quickly recovered when he saw the woman start to stir, moaning softly as she brought a hand to her head.

Her eyes slowly opened, squinting in the heavenly everglow of the Trader Joe fluorescent lights.

Trader Joe slowly held out a dirt crusted hand, a small mouse perched on each finger.

Small violins sounded in the background.

"I see you fell asleep again. You know, if you want to sleep in the store, at least try the fruit stalls. They're quite nice, as most people don't go near them in the store."

The woman didn't answer. She only stared at TRADER JOE'S hand, her eyes gradually growing wider and wider until they were the size of organic melons( so not very big at all really).

Trader Joe furrowed his brow. Perhaps she was hard of hearing, or blind?

"I SAID, MAYBE YOU SHOULD SLEEP SOMEWHERE ELSE!" he frantically danced about and waved his hands in her face. If she was blind she would surely not react to this display. Then he would know for sure, and be able to act accordingly.

The woman blinked once, twice, thrice, and then smiled, her teeth stretching from cheek to cheek( as teeth are want to do).

She reached up for TRADER JOE'S hand. The mice squeaked and scurried away, dropping their violins.